Louise Vescelius Sheldon

Biographical details

Louise Vescelius Sheldon An I.D.B. in South Africa

There is much rest to me in that thought.”
“You speak in riddles,” said the doctor, “how can an unimaginative fellow like me solve the mystery of ‘I am being lived?’”
“It is not a riddle, and it is not for the imaginative,” said Kate. “It is reality of which I speak. We talk of the burden of life. But life is not a burden. If you look about at the over-burdened world you will find that its people are weighed down with loads of their own accumulation. Apprehension, fretfulness, discontent—a thousand things—dissipate the strength and happiness of mortals.
Source: Gutenberg

Louise Vescelius Sheldon Yankee Girls in Zulu Land

On very hot days we used to contrive an awning on the shady side of the wagon, under which we would sit and read or make lazy attempts at sewing. But the silence of the stilly veldt, broken only by the hum of some buzzing insect, would more often put us to sleep. If our existence was not one of contentment, then there is no such thing. We became enamoured of the life and had no desire to hasten on our journey. Some of the happiest days of our lives were spent during this trip, free from society, anxiety, and propriety.
Source: Gutenberg

Louise Vescelius Sheldon An I.D.B. in South Africa

To attempt to describe a sea-voyage from Africa to England, through the summer voyage of the world, is like attempting to describe a dream that had been one long, sweet draught of perfect happiness, where the spirit seemed to go wherever it willed, and was in company with people with whom it felt in harmony.
There are usually musicians, or accomplished people aboard, who have no thought of hiding their light under a bushel, but who cheerfully contribute to the entertainment of their fellow passengers.
To Dainty Laure what would not this experience have been, had her heart been at rest.
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature